AN: I think this qualifies rather nicely for my shortest fic yet. It was written in about fifteen minutes, thanks to a prompt by vampirepenguin. Warning, there are ninja kids ahead. Really little ones. Oh, and the prompt for this was "running with scissors".


Kankurou made his first hood, complete with kitty-ears, at the tender age of three. He'd scrounged up a pair of scissors, found a handy piece of black cloth, and gone to work. Several hours later, it was complete. Granted, the stitching was rather childish, and yes, the entire thing was a little lopsided, but Kankurou couldn't have been prouder of it if it had been turned out from the shop of Sunagakure's finest tailor.

When he'd shown it to his family, baby Gaara had blinked solemnly at it and gurgled (which Kankurou took as a sign of approval), his father had looked at him approvingly, if distantly, and Temari... Well, Temari had screeched that it had been her favorite shirt, and come back here you little lizard!

People always told him to never run with scissors, but Kankurou hadn't dared put them down. He wasn't about to give Temari another weapon.


Notes: There'll be two more drabbles/ficlets following this one. But only two.